Page 12 of Swimming for Seduction

I’m torn about how to enter my own apartment. I want to tip-toe in and wake her gently so I can get a dose of those green eyeshooded with sleep as she realizes where she is. But I also know that she’ll just fight me harder if she thinks I’ve caught her in a vulnerable state. So, I watch her for a couple of minutes before putting my phone away—along with the feelings I’m having—and opening the door with enough force to have it bouncing off the doorstop as I shout, “Honey, I’m hoooommmme!”

As expected, Ricki jumps off the couch, looking like she’s ready for a fight after being startled awake. My chuckle does nothing to erase the murderous expression on her gorgeous face.

“You’re an ass,” she huffs as she rounds the back of my couch to meet me just inside the door.

If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was concerned with the way her eyes trail along my body like she’s looking for signs of injury. Unable to keep my hope from rising, I lift my hand to tip her chin up until her gaze meets mine.

“Careful, Ricki,” I whisper. “You almost look like you care about me.”

She holds my stare for about two more seconds before shaking herself out of it with a snarky comment about appreciating a man in uniform. But those two seconds were all it took to remind me that she wants this as much as I do.

“It’s unethical for me to be having the thoughts I’m having right now while I’m in this uniform,” I tell her. When she raises a brow in question, I explain, “It’s an abuse of power sincemostpeople subconsciously submit to a person of authority.”

“Ha!” she barks out a laugh as she pushes me against the door behind me. “Uniform or not, you don’t have anyauthorityover me.”

As the tension builds between us, I see the battle she’s fighting with herself. Rather than making myself another opponent, I decide to give in to the impulse I’ve had since I met her.

“You’re right,” I admit. “Youhave all the power overme. You have since day one. So, take it.”

I watch her face as my words sink in. She’s already won the battle. It never really was a battle to begin with. I’m hers…and now she knows it. Her eyes flash with domination as she closes the distance between us and presses her lips to mine.

Chapter 10

Ricki

Tyler’s cocky façade gives way to vulnerability as he tells me thatIhave all the power and for the first time, I feel like I have complete control with another person. He’s not my father who made promises and never followed through. He’s not my mother who loved me but was always waiting for someone else to make our lives complete. He’s not the guys from back home who never got more than a quick fuck because they couldn’t hold onto their masculinity with my strong-willed personality. Tyler is offering to be whatever I want him to be.

I feel the power he says I have as my lips find his. The only other place I feel this way is in the pool, where I have control over my muscles as my body forces the water to moldaround me. Kissing Tyler now is like swimming as his lips mold around mine and his tongue follows my lead. Only this time, I’m swimming for seduction.

My hands move down his torso from where they were pressed against his chest. I feel his strong muscles under the course material of his uniform. They twitch under my hands as my hands continue their journey to his waist. Knowing that he’s physically stronger than me, yet willing to yield to me anyway has my blood racing and my body tingling as my mouth moves from his lips to kiss along his jaw.

“Don’t move,” I whisper as I pin him to the wall with one hand on his hip as the other glides over his belt.

When I reach down to palm his erection gently, I expect him to thrust into my hand, but his only movement is his head dropping back to rest against the door. He breathes deeply as I stroke him much too lightly to give him any of the relief I’m sure his body craves and his obedience makes me want to reward him.

“Such a good boy,” I tell him as I tighten my grip.

His taut muscles relax at my praising words before they go ridged with a new tension as I stroke him over his pants. It’s like he’s holding himself back from coming and the realization that he’s this wound up—for me—has me almost desperate to see him fall apart.

“Shhh,” I console when he whimpers as my hand moves faster. “I want you to come for me. Just…like…this.”

I nip at his jaw between each word before kissing his lips and swallowing his groan as his thighs shake with his release. The rush of adrenaline that floods me as I feel his cock twitching in my grasp is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.Iam in control of him.Ihave the power to make him come at my command.HeisMINE!

“All yours,” he whispers as he drops his forehead to mine and stares into my eyes. I hadn’t realized I’d spoken the thought outloud, but the pure acceptance in his crystal blue gaze won’t allow me to regret it. Especially when he admits, “I’ve been yours all along.”

I still hate the way he uses his uniform to coerce my time. I still hate the way my body craves his. I still hate the fact that he has a connection to my brother that I don’t. But in the midst of all those hateful feelings, I can’t deny that I love the way it feels to have someone that’s only mine.

Tyler

I was almost embarrassed when I came in my pants like I’d just turned fourteen instead of twenty-one, but Ricki’s words of praise erased any negativity before it could even take hold. I submitted to her every command and reveled in the freedom it gave me. By giving up the authority I usually have to maintain while in uniform, I gained the chance to simply be in the moment with her.

Despite being two years younger than me, she’s obviously much more experienced when it comes to sexual situations. Instead of making me jealous of the guys that came before me, it makes me that much more determined to earn her trust and be the only one to win her heart. It seems only fair since she apparently owns me.

I continue to hold her gaze as my breathing returns to normal and I can see her struggling to put the mental barrier back between us. It’s as if my submission has wrenched a hole in that steel wall she keeps around herself and I’ll be damned if I let her repair it without a fight.

“Please don’t pull away from me right now,” I beg before admitting, “I’ve never done anything like that and I’m feeling a little vulnerable.”

She searches my face for a sign that I’m joking, but she won’t find one. She’s not the only one feeling exposed after that encounter. Instead of responding with malice like I know she’s inclined to, her lips pull up at the corners as she lifts her hands to my face.

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